Twisted Wonderland x Reader Stories and Oneshots

Best Friends (Ace x Reader)❤️

"What did you get for question 3 on the test?" You ask Ace, passing the basketball to him.
"C. That was one of the easy ones," he replies. "Don't tell me you got that wrong?"
"I... put B," you sigh in defeat. Ace laughs in your face.
"Seriously? That was the obvious first one to eliminate!" He teases. You wish you hadn't passed him the ball, so you could throw it in his face.
"Why do you always hold me to the standard of someone who was born here!? I dare you to take a quiz on European history or the US capitals. See how high and mighty you are then."
"Huh? You're just saying a buncha nonsense. Nothing was stopping you from studying."
"I could say the same about you when you signed your soul over to Azul for test answers," you shoot back.
"I—" He has nothing to say. He just throws the ball harshly back at you. You catch it right before it hits you in the chest.
"Are we gonna actually play at any point? We've just been throwing the ball at each other for half an hour."
"Cuz you keep distracting me with how clueless you are. You're worse than Deuce!" He laughs at you again. That's it. You growl at him and run head first into his chest, knocking him to the floor. You lose your balance in the process and fall directly on top of him. "Ow! What was that for!?"
"For always being a dick to me! Why are you like this? I'm so nice to you," you whine.
"Nice to me? You treat me exactly the same as I treat you! All I got from you through that entire Octavinelle thing was constant teasing!" He reminds you. You think back on how you would yank on that anemone that was stuck in his head during those days.
"Huh. I guess you're right." You roll off of him and sit up. "Why do we even hang out?"
"I dunno." He sits right next to you. Almost too close. Your thighs and shoulders are pressed together. His body heat radiates through you, making you sick to your stomach. Not sick like he disgusts you, but sick in a way you can't quite identify.
"So pathetic that you're my best friend." You hang your head in defeat.
"Y-yeah, so lame that we're friends..." He glances in your direction without turning his head. Your eyes drift to meet his. You're both about to lean in a little closer, but your good sense takes over and you both jump up.
"Whatever. If we're not gonna play, I'll go study so you have nothing to make fun of me for!" With a huff, you turn on your heel and storm out of the basketball court, hiding the embarrassment on your face.
"Like you'll ever be able to memorize all that, idiot! Wait for me! You're too hopeless to study on your own!" He rushes after you, his own face pink. You're starting to accept that you will never be free of Ace, and that might not be a bad thing.